The First Post is a Re-Post.

Second go at Blogging. The First Account remains, with words written for and in a bygone era. People following it are no longer in touch and neither the account with which it is linked accessible. 

This being a trial blog entry, (two hours gone, still personalizing the settings, not satisfied..) .. re-posting an earlier incident. The following real incident was written as an email to a friend on the 19th of September, 2006. Both friends still in touch. Emails to friends do not always follow the rules of grammar and syntax, hence occasional lapses may be excused. 

The story starts thus ...

"Saket's papa is on bedrest for the past month and a half due to a slipped disc in his back and on the fateful day it so happened that saket and his brother were quarreling over some personal matter of which i have no information as such but which his father apparently came to know and as is usual in such cases scolded the elder brother which due to some odd twist of fate happened to be saket at that moment...  ( i assume you would be familiar with the - ' bada bhai getting the scolding in fights between the two brothers ' syndrome since i remember, i read somewhere you have an elder brother by the name Shekhar..)
   

Getting back to the story , saket felt he was wrongly charged with an offence with he had not committed and believed that his brother should have been the one to have got the punishment , quite contrary to the  muhawara  - " ek haath se taali nahi bajti " . so saket got angry and according to eye-witnesses proclaimed in a voice mightier than that of Julius Caesar that the time had come when he could not stay in the house anymore , much to the surprise of everyone who had expected at the most for him to say he was hungry , as is usual in such circumstances. what happened next is definitely not for children and requires an 'A' certificate for public knowledge ... saket threw his money , purse , and everything he had on, except for his clothes, for he said it all did not belong to him  and said he was leaving the house right then when his mother reminded him that the clothes he was wearing was also given to him by his parents and was not his ... to which saket replied that if they ( his parents ) wanted his clothes , they could file a court case and the law would take its course , and ,  saying thus he went out of his home and decided he would go towards the ' Chirayinyatand Bridge '  and would walk all the way to Ranchi .. and the journey he would have most definitely undertaken had his mother not gone to the balcony , seen saket going towards the bridge and at the top of her voice shouted to him that since he was leaving home ...he might as well bring back some medicines for his father as the shop was in that particular direction. Now anyone who's known saket for the time we've known him would definitely know that asking him to do something when he's in that sort of a mood isnt the most brilliant idea since Edison invented the electric bulb - which our  G.K. book would make us believe.   Saket , thus , forfeited his plans of going towards the bridge and instead , changing his route ,  proceeded towards " Gandhi Maidan "  where , on the way , he met one of his uncles who apparently gave him the evil-uncle-look and asked the question which everybody on this planet and beyond dreads when he or she or he-she-combined ( you know what i mean ) is running away from home ... he asked saket where he was headed to ... to which saket replied , rather cunningly , that - " bas yahin aage jaa rahein hain ...aate hain thodi der mein " and hence , having saved himself from the verbal missile of a question from his uncle - who , according to saket , appears to  pop-up only when such important and historic decisions are made in his household , saket marched on towards his immediate goal of reaching Gandhi Maidan before deciding on his next logical and sensible step.

        Now for part 2 of the story and time for a much needed paragraph change..

So , saket marched on towards gandhi maidan - the place where in the year 1946 , my maid's grandfather fought the british with his bare hands with only his will power and courage to uplift his spirit.  of course , he wasnt much successful and ended up wasing their plates - from where the legacy continues till date . Saket on reaching the maidan had stopped only for a bare minute or two when his inner voice somehow told him ( and this does not happen often unfortunately ) that were he to not return till dark - return home obviously , the first place the search and rescue team would arrive , would be this place indeed and hence while comprehending this rather scary thought ... saket decided that the best thing to do would be to leave the place at once and hence he circled the circumferece of the maidan twice  [circumference = 2 * ( 22/7 ) * r ] before setting out for the Digha route from Gandhi Maidan , where on the way lies institutions of great public interest as the "Magadh Mahila College" - where a pretty young damsel named Falak Naaz studied till a few days back and on whom our hero had a gigantic crush - the sheer magnitude of which a mere mortal cannot comprehend . the next historic monument in saket's voyage happened to be the great Gol-Ghar , where saket had a rather private and enriching moment when he relieved his body of the toxic fluids which had , due to some strange reasons , accumulated in his body - his urethral sac to be precise . Of course , the gol-ghar has seen much better days in its lifetime , of great national importance , but the fact that our idol had refused the warmth of his home , shunned all material possessions and gone out never to return , with only the Person Above to look after him , was no mean feat in itself , and which made the designs made by saket by spraying the fluid on the walls of the gol-ghar assume significant importance in the context of the situation.

Saket , having thus cleared all these minor obstacles , continued in his path to glory till he came to a place where the Boring Canal road going to Raja Bazaar meets the road going towards Digha from Gandhi Maidan ... the time when his eyes informed his brain that the hut-looking-thing in front of him resembled a holy place . saket refusing to believe the message forwarded by the brain to his soul , violently shook his body , which was when things became clear and he saw that the holy place was none other than a cigarette shop and saket cursing himself , for he had thrown all his money infront of his mother , searched his pockets in pure hope, when he discovered that somehow, a Rs. 2 coin was nestled safely in the depths of his huge pockets and thus , thanking the Lord , he proceeded to buy a cigarette and after spending 15 minutes sitting besides the shop , puffing , our hero marched on through the various lanes present in the path till he found that he had approached the institution where , unfortunately , none of his past girlfriends had taken admission - Notre dame to be precise . saket moved on from there , all the while surveying the various shops in the area and also noticed  a fair of some sorts in the area ... noting down the names of the 3 restaurants in the vicinity where he thought he'd like to come later in his life and fulfill his monstrous appetite . saket  passed the lane in front of mrinal's house and walking all the while came to Mings Chimney ... where he asked a gentleman the time at that moment and got the reply that it was 8:30 in the night . feeling his entire life in front of him - beckoning him , the lone crusader strolled away into the darkness on the Main Boring road till he came to where the lane turns for Children's Park . saket sat on a cement store's steps when he thought about visiting ' Down City ' - the place of pilgrimage for the now separated-by-distance couple X, and subsequently , frequently visited by the present in-town couple Y.  Having thus visited the place and finished thinking about the various possibilities in the place concerned , saket moved on, turned right from Boring Road chauraha and came to ' Pant Bhavan ' - when he decided the next best thing to do would be to go towards Aashiana but when he had walked for about 10 minutes or so in that direction ... he realized that it wasnt exactly the place he wanted to go - his first miscalculation since morning.  saket retracted his steps and instead walked towards High Court when, on the way, something told him ( his inner voice i presume , only he wouldnt confirm ) that his journey of a thousand miles would ultimately end at the place where , ironically , it had started - yeah , you guessed right - his home,  and having thus after being hit in the face with this, the reality , saket , as confused as a baby in a topless bar ( not my quote - Siddhu's quote ) .. about his deeds since the morning, decided to  (surprise! surprise!) head home - walking all the way to station road till he ultimately reached his place of growing up.. at 9:50 P.M. , just as his 'bade chacha' was about to file a police report - at the Gandhi Maidan police station which his chacha had searched thrice since our Sakku had gone out to see the world ....

 what happened next ... you just as well might ask him because moi fingers have become sausages, for the story isnt complete yet and without knowing the full details of the event.. there IS no closure :).  so, till saket narrates the rest, its adios from yours truly."